Lyrics:
neck and then
I'm like you're the best straight pimpin'
Serving nut by the quart for
The freaky ass hoes
That'll fuck in a Porsche clap and ditch 'em
THE TcLKING WE GON LcY EM DOWN
BITCH THIS cIN'T c GcME cND WE DON'T PLcY cROUND
IF YOU DONT GIVE THE DROP THEN YOU CcNT COME cROUND
BITCH IF YOU DONT GIVE
of my people still shootin' until it's even
Some kill you just because, and I'll leave it at that
But I choose to use this mic to push these platinum
of the line
Liar hoe saying you mah Cousin
Like my momma and your momma sister's or something
Oh yeah we down, go ahead let'em in
Blah! Knuckle hammers
I'm still going in raccy's still in that bin
We sipping on some gin all we do is win
When we drop the pen shorty's a ten
Hope she comes around again
intentions on making her mine
I was hitting that lil bitch from the back pulling her tracks had to get her some new weave
I'm locked in with Styles by Marie I
he was sitting in State
He was locked up
Making more den minimum wage
Got the Fn tucked cause we still Ducking the Jake'
Got the Fn tucked
In case
nigga
Come and see the chef
We ain't playing by the rules
Put the toolie on the refs
Snort a foul line, nigga
Been high 'bout an hour now
When I get
(Mintel)
You can call this
A digital takeover
-01 10 11 000-
Call it a language (upgrade)
Latin based english dead
This is how we speak (today)
-Its still
much paper cuts you'd think my bank account just bled
Gotta slice this dough and get some p's up head locked in my funds
Cause I never had much as a teen
Counting this money
Make me unorthodox
If we doing business
Meet me at the dock
Lando got a glock
Bet he send some shots
Not in the field but I got all
light-skinned bitch
I give a fuck who you tell
You don't like this shit
The fact still stand you got one girlfriend
And I feel like the whole world's pimp
I can't
a Brood Lord, struck a nerve
I'm swervin' off of Alizé, so eat a word
This one in '96 for cruisin' off
Hard dick thriller, still bitch killer
Fuckin'
born in hospital in Lancaster
So many quiz tests still searching for the answers
Why can't we pay it forward instead spreading hate like a cancer
The lame stuffer
Bang, deranged fucker
I walk bys and guys became Kane Tuckers
Make enemies, make friends
I make money, money make moves in the state
of the line
Liar hoe saying you mah Cousin
Like my momma and your momma sister's or something
Oh yeah we down, go ahead let'em in
Blah! Knuckle hammers
always mine and your man knows, oh
Do we know you're bougie baby, you need you the best?
Do he know you're freaky baby, do he keep it wet?
Is you in
out havin lunch with a player mack
I'm in the background, don't trip partner
Just munchin on the lunch that your bitch bought me
She don't love you,
Dane, I mean, Hakeem
And we was buildin' on how we could organize the team
For this capital gain bein' that we in the rap game
It's time to have it all;
flexing anyhow any questions? I need a recession
There's just heat in my sessions
Lil bitch I get high like the Jetsons
Why we get high like this?
Its
the green, fuck you fakers my eyes dreamy, for that
2000 years we doors like lamborghinnis or carrera porche, still enforced ones with flava, bitch save
I'm the most controversial young rap bitch in hip-hop
And please don't shed me no tears, I need y'all prayers
The feds on my back, tryin' to give me
the wok for better words he sip that lean now watch this bitch scream
Oh he keep laughing like he Bob till I put holes in him
My city like chi-town, put
hella mileage on it
I'm like show me my opponent
I bet I crush em
We having K's in this bitch like we Russian
Broke ass bitch and she still smoking
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